A/N: I really need to get this story moving. Actually, it'll be all over
soon. I probably definitely will take a break then. I just don't have it in
me anymore. I need to just read everything for a little bit. Lay back.
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: I know I do this a lot. Actually, it's just more recently. When I first started writing fics, even when I just wrote, I would want to write. I'm just not keeping that anymore. I'm getting easily bored. I think I may need to move on from the Lizzie McGuire fanfiction. I think I have done my justice to this little collection we have here.
Chapter 6
~Sophomore Year~
Needless to say, I was now invisible to all the female friends of Lindsey. Including Lizzie and Miranda. Girls need to stick together, though, in these types of situations. I understand that, really I do, but Lizzie and Miranda were mine first. Selfish or not, I don't care.
It had been a week since my last interaction with Lindsey and I was beginning to get aggravated about the whole ordeal. I was going to let it all out soon, too. Whether it be voluntary or not, it's happening.
I seated myself in my Chemistry desk. I was, as per usual, the first to arrive. Lizzie walked in seconds later and walked right past me to her own desk.
I stood from my seat and approached her seated form. "What's the deal, McGuire?"
"What deal?" She replied doodling on her notebook.
"Why can't we just move past the Lindsey thing? I know I screwed up in that, but I'd just like to know if you were ever planning on speaking to me again? Maybe cast a glance my way every once in a while." I know she could tell I was mad and serious. Her eyes finally looked up into mine.
"Gordo, you didn't screw anything up. Sometimes, you just can't make yourself like someone, or stop yourself from doing so."
"Then why haven't you been talking to me since it happened?" I had started to calm myself down a little.
"You really want to know?"
I knelt down to her level in the desk. "Lizzie, you know I do." I answered truthfully.
"I guess I might have been a little jealous." Lizzie's eyes darted away from my own. Was she....nervous?
"Jealous of what?"
"I thought Lindsey and you were going to be the new 'it' couple."
"But why would that make you jealous? Do you want to be the 'it' couple with Lindsey?" I joked, causing her to let out a giggle.
"Close."
While I was pondering what that meant, it suddenly dawned on me that we were still alone in the classroom and the minute bell just rang. I nodded absent mindedly and started to push myself off of the floor. Lizzie placed her hand on my wrist and asked me to stop. I did.
The next thing I know, I'm being kissed again. But this time, by the girl I actually want to kiss me. We sat there savoring the taste and feel for what seemed like forever, but was in actuality only a few seconds.
"You guys missed the pimpest Senior Sit Down. Ever! A fight broke out and everything." Classmates started pouring into the room one by one, all talking about some fight. Thereby, ruining my Lizzie moment.
I don't know when another one of those will happen.
~Senior Year~
I received something I never expected to see today. A wedding invitation. But not just any wedding, his wedding. My dad is getting remarried. I feel bad for whoever he roped into marrying him.
In all honesty, he's an okay guy, but I don't want to go and I don't plan on it. I don't need to return home, I don't need to see all of his business friends. I just don't need any of it.
Plopping down on my bed, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I was at the wedding. Lizzie and Miranda were sitting next to me. They have always been taller than me, but this was different. They were towering over me here. Everyone was towering over me. Either I was truly a midget or they were all giants.
My father was standing at the altar and I tried to get his attention some way. I started waving slightly, but he didn't notice. I then, started to make my waves bigger and bigger until I was flailing my arms in the air. Looking like an idiot.
Giving up on my old man, I turned to Miranda. I started saying her name over and over. I was practically screaming at her. She glanced my way, but looked right through me. I figured out of all of these people, Lizzie would always see me. She would always notice I was there. Turning to her, I repeated the same actions. She didn't even turn her head. She just kept looking straight ahead, not even moving. It was actually kind of eerie, she resembled a statue in some respects.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I looked at my clock. 3:30 A.M. Great. I got up and trudged into the bathroom. Washing my face clean, I looked up at my tired image in the mirror. Aggravated with what I saw, I hit the mirror. Thankfully, for some unknown reason, it didn't shatter.
A/N: Dern myself. I really need to turn my mind off. I just thought of another fic idea. And I know it'll never leave me. Poolside Interests sequel might actually be happening. Once ideas get into my head, they don't leave until I do something about them. Just don't expect it anytime soon. I'm thinking of writing the whole thing before actually posting.
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: I know I do this a lot. Actually, it's just more recently. When I first started writing fics, even when I just wrote, I would want to write. I'm just not keeping that anymore. I'm getting easily bored. I think I may need to move on from the Lizzie McGuire fanfiction. I think I have done my justice to this little collection we have here.
Chapter 6
~Sophomore Year~
Needless to say, I was now invisible to all the female friends of Lindsey. Including Lizzie and Miranda. Girls need to stick together, though, in these types of situations. I understand that, really I do, but Lizzie and Miranda were mine first. Selfish or not, I don't care.
It had been a week since my last interaction with Lindsey and I was beginning to get aggravated about the whole ordeal. I was going to let it all out soon, too. Whether it be voluntary or not, it's happening.
I seated myself in my Chemistry desk. I was, as per usual, the first to arrive. Lizzie walked in seconds later and walked right past me to her own desk.
I stood from my seat and approached her seated form. "What's the deal, McGuire?"
"What deal?" She replied doodling on her notebook.
"Why can't we just move past the Lindsey thing? I know I screwed up in that, but I'd just like to know if you were ever planning on speaking to me again? Maybe cast a glance my way every once in a while." I know she could tell I was mad and serious. Her eyes finally looked up into mine.
"Gordo, you didn't screw anything up. Sometimes, you just can't make yourself like someone, or stop yourself from doing so."
"Then why haven't you been talking to me since it happened?" I had started to calm myself down a little.
"You really want to know?"
I knelt down to her level in the desk. "Lizzie, you know I do." I answered truthfully.
"I guess I might have been a little jealous." Lizzie's eyes darted away from my own. Was she....nervous?
"Jealous of what?"
"I thought Lindsey and you were going to be the new 'it' couple."
"But why would that make you jealous? Do you want to be the 'it' couple with Lindsey?" I joked, causing her to let out a giggle.
"Close."
While I was pondering what that meant, it suddenly dawned on me that we were still alone in the classroom and the minute bell just rang. I nodded absent mindedly and started to push myself off of the floor. Lizzie placed her hand on my wrist and asked me to stop. I did.
The next thing I know, I'm being kissed again. But this time, by the girl I actually want to kiss me. We sat there savoring the taste and feel for what seemed like forever, but was in actuality only a few seconds.
"You guys missed the pimpest Senior Sit Down. Ever! A fight broke out and everything." Classmates started pouring into the room one by one, all talking about some fight. Thereby, ruining my Lizzie moment.
I don't know when another one of those will happen.
~Senior Year~
I received something I never expected to see today. A wedding invitation. But not just any wedding, his wedding. My dad is getting remarried. I feel bad for whoever he roped into marrying him.
In all honesty, he's an okay guy, but I don't want to go and I don't plan on it. I don't need to return home, I don't need to see all of his business friends. I just don't need any of it.
Plopping down on my bed, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I was at the wedding. Lizzie and Miranda were sitting next to me. They have always been taller than me, but this was different. They were towering over me here. Everyone was towering over me. Either I was truly a midget or they were all giants.
My father was standing at the altar and I tried to get his attention some way. I started waving slightly, but he didn't notice. I then, started to make my waves bigger and bigger until I was flailing my arms in the air. Looking like an idiot.
Giving up on my old man, I turned to Miranda. I started saying her name over and over. I was practically screaming at her. She glanced my way, but looked right through me. I figured out of all of these people, Lizzie would always see me. She would always notice I was there. Turning to her, I repeated the same actions. She didn't even turn her head. She just kept looking straight ahead, not even moving. It was actually kind of eerie, she resembled a statue in some respects.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I looked at my clock. 3:30 A.M. Great. I got up and trudged into the bathroom. Washing my face clean, I looked up at my tired image in the mirror. Aggravated with what I saw, I hit the mirror. Thankfully, for some unknown reason, it didn't shatter.
A/N: Dern myself. I really need to turn my mind off. I just thought of another fic idea. And I know it'll never leave me. Poolside Interests sequel might actually be happening. Once ideas get into my head, they don't leave until I do something about them. Just don't expect it anytime soon. I'm thinking of writing the whole thing before actually posting.